Arriving back in the living room after ‘feeding’ the washing machine (she sure does eat a lot) I’m greeted by the ever adapting Akasha. She’s debating in an American accent with her “Mom”.
As you may imagine, I’m a little thrown, a little confused…
Her tone sounds disappointed, you could even embellish: slightly bored with overtones of pissed off-ed-ness.
I am confused because I’ve been braving the coldness of the cellar, the remembrance of hovering spiders and jumping frogs, the disgustingness of bloody knickers and pockets filled snotty tissues.
Did I mention at any point, that I really am brave?
Anyway, I’m confused as to how I’ve managed to irritate my daughter when I was not only not in the same room, but not even on the same floor.
It turns out: she’s playing.
She momentarily pauses her game to tell me excitedly, she’s being a boy.
Apparently, boys are easily bored, annoyed and rude to their “Moms”.
She goes back to her ‘game’ and I take time out for a couple of minutes and observe.
Not only is she playing the fully conversational part of the boy, she’s also talking the talk of the “Mom” and rabbiting on a bit for the sister.
Mostly in American English. But every once in a while she flips into German, then back again.
And simultaneously she’s completing a 100 piece puzzle.
Talk about multitasking! In my head I’m thinking: Child, you are definitely a girl!😉